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Melton was still more astounded when Guy told him of the stealing of the despatches. "Then Torres knows their contents," he said, "and he will act accordingly. This is certainly a bad business, Chutney. Those papers must be delivered to Sir Arthur as soon as possible, though, to tell the truth, I fear Zaila is doomed. But we are losing precious time. Something must be done at once."
Even his right-hand editorial writer knew not of his left-handed dip into an electric light company here or a paving contract there, for his left hand had assistants too, quiet, unobtrusive, even shy, men who could lobby a bill "on the quiet," or wreck an opposing company, even though they did not know the difference between Hafiz and chutney. And Mr.
The Right Honorable Lord is deeply engaged, but his private secretary receives Chutney cordially, and, leading him back into a still more secluded and stately apartment, motions him to a soft chair and sits down opposite him. "Captain Chutney," he begins abruptly, "you leave for India tomorrow?" "India Mail, eight o'clock in the morning," Guy replies briefly. "Very well.
As Sir Lucius Chutney was unmarried, Guy succeeded to the titles and estates. As a landed proprietor, his duties very plainly lay at home, so he resigned his commission and settled down on the Hampshire estate. He spends much of his time in London. He and Sir Arthur Ashby are members of the same club, and the two baronets invariably dine together.
It was beyond doubt a huge serpent, and, as though angered by the light, the monster suddenly changed its course, and with a terrific splash headed directly for the shore. The huge head was in plain view, and the eyes flashed back fire from the reflected glare of the torch. For an instant all seemed paralyzed with horror, and no one moved. Chutney was the first to recover himself.
Chutney, with marvelous endurance, retained his strength and affected a hopefulness he was far from feeling, though, if the truth were known, a share of his food for a week past had been secretly given to Sir Arthur, whose illness had roused his compassion.
Though I don't love such hot stuff as we had to eat, curry, and red peppers, and chutney, not to home I don't, but I see it wuz better to eat such food there on account of the climate. Some of our party had to take quinine, too, for the stomach's sake to keep up, for you feel there like faintin' right away, the climate is such.
"We are buried alive," said Melton bitterly. "We are as dead to the world as though we were in our coffins." "We have simply burned our ships behind us, that is all," replied Chutney. "Now for the river and freedom." They went back and sat down beside the swiftly-flowing water. "Bless me if I know whether I am on my head or my feet," said Sir Arthur. "What on earth does this mean?"
Then mix 1 cup of chopped fish with 3 sweet pickles minced fine, and 2 tablespoonfuls of Madras chutney; moisten with 2 tablespoonfuls of Hollandaise sauce. Spread this mixture over 8 pieces of toast; sprinkle with 3 tablespoonfuls of grated Parmesan cheese. Let bake for five minutes and serve. French Strawberry Pudding.
"No wellconducted establishment, Mr Weener, is without chutney, curry or worcestershire." The insularity of the English is incredible. I have not tasted cocacola, hotdogs, or had a bottle of ketchup for more than a year, but I don't complain. The Grass is in the Schelde estuary, almost within sight of the English coast. I got nothing written on my history today.
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